Hey everyone…okay I feel really, really bad about being a bad updater…(some of you reviewers brought some sense into my head)…but all I can say is that I'm terribly sorry for the wait and…and…annnd…oh yeah, thanks for being patient!

Oh yeah, there's a bit of a twist in here, so don't think there'll be fluff…like that horrible Christmas chapter…

One more thing: THANKS reviewers! You don't know how much you people mean to me! Super sycoh, where are you? I miss your reviews! (Maybe she's mad at me being a bad updater)

Okie…well…on with the story…I hope you enjoy it…

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          Well, after that slight mishap with Ginny, I didn't visit the Potters for about a week. Oh no, I think it was 6 days. I think I went because there was something along the lines of Ginny hyperventilating again, imagining a Hermione with a Harry snogging. Well, at least that's what Harry told me.

          As for the Draco thing, I know you're wondering, how the hell did two people like Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fall in love by the 11th chapter? Other, more realistic stories would say them falling in love around the 16th.

Well, who's the one narrating the story? Moi. And who might have exaggerated about herself a bit? Someone who's name starts with H and ends with a phrase that doesn't rhyme with anything. And no, it's not Harry. And okay, I might've skipped the useless nonsense some other people might tell you about my story. But guess how much time passed since Hogwarts? About 5 years now. And guess how long I've worked for Draco? Almost 6 months. So as time passes, things change, and 6 months can pass through 11 chapters. I just skipped up a bit to the parts where I wasn't acting like a moron. Or acting less of a moron than before.

We're not babies anymore. We're certainly not rivals. We're two sick lovebirds. I'm pretty sure what's going through me is going through him. I haven't had the courage to visit him. Did I mention that he took off to Albania? Probably as embarrassed as I am. He told his secretary he'll be back in a week.

It's a pretty good thing that he's gone. I just can't face love. (Stage manager cues audience to go "awwww")

I spent some time thinking about this (without Harry trying to brainwash me to just go and snog him senseless). I asked myself, was I in love with him?

And to tell you the truth, I was contemplating a no. But, I know that it's a yes.

I know I love him. When hate turns into love, I don't know. But I do know that the Jerry Springer show that I'm watching on TV right now is very interesting. It's funny how people show off their bodies like it's gold, when really, it's just blubber with bones crushed in fat. Yeah.

*Ding-dong*

Hmmm. I wonder who that is. It's certainly not Draco. Might as well go and check who the hell it is.

As I walk down the stairs, I see Draco turned with his back towards me, commanding a house-elf to go find me. Alright, Albania doesn't tire you that much as to make the house-elf take off your shoes, but maybe he's just in a tired mood.

I also notice, he has no luggage. As I get closer to him, I get this overwhelming bubble in my stomach, and it's nice and warm. I feel like I should go hug him or something. After all, I do love him.

I creep up behind him and notice something else. He doesn't have the same sandalwood musky smell that he usually has. In fact, he smells kind of funny. Ah, whatever, I walk towards the couch he's sitting on from behind and hug him from the back.

He stiffens. It kind of hurts way deep in my heart. Somewhere. I don't realize that.

He turns around. He looks at me with a glare. I pull back from him, a little sad. I don't know what's happened to him, but if it has something to do with Albania, then that's just weird.

"What are you still doing here, mudblood?"

          I don't freak out. I heard that word from his mouth so many times, it seems natural. But the last time he said that was in the beginning of 7th year in Hogwarts. So, okay, I kinda freak out.

          So instead, I ignore it, and say:

                   "How was Albania? I missed you," adding a smile to my face, hoping it will get him back to normal.

          Yeah. It sort of backfires.

                   "Didn't you get my letter, bitch? The one that tells you to leave here within 24 hours and that you're fired from your job?"

          He scowls at me. It pretty much hits me in the heart. Something here was wrong. Maybe it's just a joke.

                   "Draco, um, are you seriously kidding me?"

          At that moment an owl flies in, smoothly dropping a letter right in front of my feet. I pick it up.

                   "You don't even have to read it Muddy. I'll just tell you. You take too long. I try so hard to bed you, and you take too long thinking I love you. You're wrong. I would never love a mudblood. But you're one woman that I never had. And damnit, you took too long. The game's over, get back to your muggle filth. I don't need you. I've found someone who'll satisfy me. You're fired and you no longer need to live here. It'll take me years to get the manor back into its old, pristine, clean self."

          He spoke with so much hatred in his eyes. So much hatred. I was shocked, I couldn't dare to believe it. He even made Harry a fool. Just to bed me.

          My eyes stinged as silent tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my face.

                   "So you wanted me for my sex?"

                   "Pretty much, whore. But you couldn't even give me that," he said with a scowl on his face.

          I was so sad in my heart. Oh so sad. You really should've seen him. He just completely made a 360 turn on me. I trusted him.

          I should've trusted Elizabeth Turpinfreed. No matter how much her name freaked me out.

          I shouldn't have gotten all happy when Harry told me he thought Draco loved me. Hell, I should'ntve trusted Harry.

          Maybe I should've gotten suspicious the day he took me shopping for that strippy clothing.

          Or when he brought me so many things with his money.

          Or when he kissed me. Or hugged me. But how could I get suspicious about things like that? I thought he was falling in love just as I was.

          Another stupid, stupid mistake on my part.

          For the next 15 minutes, I gathered my belongings (two words: house elves) and cried a bit more, while Draco sighed boredly. It seemed like an eternity since we kissed. Or talked even. He seemed miles away now. I tried not to think about him. I just turned completely Mary-Sue.

          And for a minute he did look a little decent, but that was only pity in his eyes. I could tell. That was how I looked at Harry when we were younger, when he was sad and in troubled times.

                   "Hurry up Mudblood. You're really just wasting my time. Be glad that you still have a good sum of money to live your whole life on. I could've withdrawn it. But, it's just another generosity on my part."

          I turned to him teary-eyed. I sort of got angry by the second. Before I knew what was happening, I slapped him hard in the face.

                   "I don't need your pity. Or your money. Take it for all I care. I'm only sorry that I ever thought I loved you."

          He looked at me with a serious face and for one minute, I got scared that he would hit me.

                   "Don't ever touch me again."

          But after he said that, he smirked and said:

                   "But if you run out of money, I hear that Blaise Zabini gives a good sum for woman that can pleasure him."

          I felt like killing him right there. Like getting a machete and chopping him up, then burning him in a fire which I would roast marshmallows on.

          I summoned my energy and slapped him again. He got really angry then.

                   "Get OUT," he shouted while shoving me out the door.

          Before he slammed the door on me, I said:

                   "Gladly," a voice mixed with anger and a bit of sadness.

          And then when I started walking to nowhere, I cried.

          But then I remembered that letter Draco sent me. I hadn't opened it yet. In my head, I was like "Why should I open it?" but my heart said that I had to.

          And I did.

          It was nothing of what I expected.

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          Inside the Manor:

                   "God, Blaise what took you so long? It should've taken you 10 minutes at the most to shove her out of there."

                    "Sorry Pansy. Just felt bad for her, that's all."

          Pansy snorted.

                   "You practically made our plan fail. Plus you even offered her to come to you. I mean the real you."

                   "But it got done, didn't it? Now where's my sum?"

                   "Wait just a minute. I have other plans for you. I think you should sign a contract that I've made up. If the polyjuice alters your physical properties, then maybe your handwriting is altered too. You only have a few minutes before you change back to normal."

                   "Come to think of it, why don't you just sign it. You wrote that fake letter to Granger anyway."

                   "Yeah, I was a little surprised when that owl came flying in right after you rejected Granger. Good work."

                   "What? I didn't do that. I thought it was you."

                   "No, I told you to kidnap Draco's owl and you did. That was Draco's owl."

                   "But I didn't do it. I thought you did."

                   "Wait, if I didn't kidnap his owl and you didn't, then what owl was that?"

                   "Oh my God…you don't think that it wasn't our letter, do you?"

                   "Oh no…That's Draco's owl! Draco sent Granger a letter! And she took it!"

                   "You mean that's not our letter telling her to leave and shit?"

                   "NO, YOU MORON! It's a real letter from Draco! A real letter! One, probably filled with heartfelt words! Oh my God, what if Granger reads it?!"

          And as soon as she said those words, a very angry Hermione banged the door open and came walking straight to Pansy and a transforming-from-Draco-to-Blaise Zabini.

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Oh my god! That was confusing, wasn't it? Please, please, if it was confusing, email me or review me the questions you have on it. But you guys do get the idea right? If you don't, it's this: Pansy made up a fake letter to be sent to Hermione to tell her that Draco doesn't love her etc., sent from kidnapping Draco's owl. If she did this, it would look like Draco sent the letter, and not Pansy. But when Pansy and Blaise (a man) converse, they realize that neither of them kidnapped Draco's owl, thus being that Draco's owl was sent from Albania, the real Draco. Also, the letter is really from the real Draco.

Confusing?

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